Timber

desert

Don’t shout “Timber”
when the great tree falls
an ax murderer
doesn’t yell
about his deed.

Trees are falling
all over the world.
Their screams can
be heard to the sea..

Soon, all will be desert
not even a shadow
will be found
not even you and me.

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